The State of Modern Poetry

POETRY NEWS #914
Date: 1/30/2011 at 16:40
From: Sarciossis, the Bloodied Scorpion
To : Everyone
Subj: The State of Modern Poetry

A ROCKY RHYME

Now the sex life of the rock
Is something anyone can mock
But one night fit with emotion
He tried to become a poet
But I think we all know it:

A rock just isn't a poet.

A Fund of Sweets

An heir of the moon shown in a wanton way
Her durgling needs would display.
Before the world shows her thighs
And at the sight the passerby cries,
"Is this the thing that day and night
Makes men fall out and madly fight ?
The source of sorrow and of joy
Which King and beggar both employ?
How grim it looks, yet enter,
You'll find a fund of sweets, none the cheaper!"

Public Service Announcement:

There are many woes with making the private public
Try not to cheapen yourselves friends
And keep yourself from making amends
Think a little on your words, before you shout
And make sure that everyone wants to know what you're all about.